[ He shies his gaze from the misty wall with its cruel words (none of his business), taking the comb from the stranger and lightly placing his hands on those shoulders bedraggled by a bird's nest of curls and braids. He smiles at him in the mirror ahead. ]

It's alright, we'll fix it. Tell me if I hit a snag, I'll try not to.

[ So he begins the task of first brushing out that long brown hair, adding a little oil here and there to make the task easier. Long fingers that can both wield a sword and flute with ease are mindful not to tug. ]

I'm Lan Xichen, sect leader of Gusu Lan clan. What is the young master's name?